“Forget it, forget it, Little Ethan is drunk. Whatever he just said, everyone, please don’t take it seriously!”

At this moment, Little Brian hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over, pulling Ethan Carter away, afraid he might say something even more outrageous.

Brian Bolton was also worried that Ethan Carter would embarrass him further, so he lowered his head and stayed silent. After all, he had no intention of hitting on Yaqin...

“Come on, come on, keep drinking with Mr. Ethan!” Ethan Carter came over to this table, still chugging from the bottle, showing no awareness at all that he was already drunk...

……

……

Spring sleep knows not dawn.

Ethan Carter had a grand dream of spring and autumn. He dreamed that he had become a young tycoon, with money and power at his fingertips, and countless beautiful women fighting to be his lover—lolis, mature women, queens...

“Ugh!” Ethan Carter slowly lifted his unbearably heavy eyelids, feeling a bit resentful. So it was just a dream, but why did it feel so real?

“So it was a spring dream. I just suffered a setback in love, and then immediately had a spring dream. Could it mean something?” Sitting on the bed, Ethan Carter was once again lost in endless daydreams.

“Ugh...” Ethan Carter moved slightly, his head aching a bit.

He reached up and found there was still an ice pack pressed to his head.

At this moment, Little Brian’s voice suddenly rang out.

“Little Ethan, you’re awake?”

With the voice, a figure appeared before his eyes.

Little Brian was wearing a mask and a white lab coat, holding a mop in his hand, looking every bit the image of a househusband.

“What’s with your outfit?” Ethan Carter looked at Little Brian’s getup and couldn’t help but want to laugh.

“I...” Little Brian looked aggrieved and said gloomily, “Isn’t it all because I had to clean up after you?”

“Clean up after me?” Ethan Carter’s face froze. He wasn’t dead yet, was he? What was there to clean up?

“You’re one to talk. Yesterday you drank four bottles of baijiu, and after you got back you started puking everywhere—the bathroom, the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, you name it. Then you collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. Who else was going to clean up after you?” As he spoke, Little Brian pulled open the curtains by the bedroom. “Look, you’ve slept for a whole day and night.”

Outside the window, it was pitch black again.

“Oh! So that’s what happened.” Ethan Carter wiped his sweat, then asked, “I puked in the kitchen too?”

“Yeah!” Little Brian shot Ethan Carter a resentful glare. “You puked in the pot.”

“Uh...” Ethan Carter’s face darkened, left speechless. Looks like he really did drink way too much yesterday.

“Heh heh.” Just then, Little Brian’s expression suddenly did a 180, and he exclaimed excitedly, “But honestly, Little Ethan, even though your confession failed yesterday and you were a bit pathetic, what you did afterwards was seriously awesome. That Brian Bolton guy, acting all high and mighty, I’ve never liked him. What you did was amazing, you really stood up for all of us!”

“Brian Bolton?” Ethan Carter’s expression turned odd. He asked in confusion, “What did I do yesterday?”

Little Brian: “……”

Drunk people really are like fools—there’s no truer saying.

Even though Ethan Carter was sober now, he couldn’t remember a single thing he’d said or done after getting drunk yesterday.

He went to the living room, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa, still trying to recall what happened yesterday.

“I really said those things?” Just now, Little Brian had told him everything that happened yesterday in detail. Even he found it hard to believe—he’d been a bit too domineering...

But, that’s manly. I like it!

“Now for an archaeological news report...”

Just then, a news segment on TV suddenly caught Ethan Carter’s attention.

Looking up, he saw a pitch-black stick in the center of the TV screen, plain and unadorned, looking a lot like a fire poker.

“Am I seeing things?” Ethan Carter scratched his head, feeling that this stick was anything but ordinary—it completely captivated his mind.

This black fire poker was being displayed on TV from various angles, with a few lines of small text introducing it beside it.

“An artifact from the Upper Cave Man period.”

Ethan Carter got the gist of the news: apparently, a newly unearthed artifact from the Upper Cave Man period had been identified as a national first-class cultural relic...

“So it’s an ancient, worn-out fire poker. If you paired it with some ancient costume, it’d look pretty cool!” Ethan Carter thought to himself, a bit frustrated, stroking his chin.

“System task: Steal the Scepter of Asura.”

Ethan Carter was still lost in his daydreams when the task suddenly appeared.

“Scepter of Asura?” Ethan Carter asked in confusion.

“It’s the fire poker from the Upper Cave Man period being displayed on TV,” came a crisp voice.

“No way! That’s a national first-class cultural relic!” Ethan Carter jumped up at once. Even though he’d never stolen any ancient artifacts before, he knew that treasures like this were always under double protection—security guards and cameras. It’s not something you can just steal if you want to. If anything went wrong, he’d be spending the rest of his life in prison...